Disclaimer: I do not own CCFF7 or the characters within. Thank Square Enix for their existence. Thank me for this yaoi's existence. Oh yeah. No game spoilers here.

Warning: YAOI. If you don't like it, you don't belong here. SephirothxGenesis, and perhaps hints of other couples. More one-sided goodness.

Author's Note: This one takes place early on in the timeline of The Memory of Falling. During Buttons and Curiosity, I'm thinking. Don't worry readers. The good stuff is coming up.

Music: "Creep" –Radiohead, "You" -Radiohead

VOYEURISM

It was an unhealthy habit, he knew. Others were taking notice. It was a compulsion more than a habit, in all actuality. A habit was more like how many times a day and when he washed his hands; that was on a schedule by now, though that schedule was getting interrupted, disrupted. That was not something he was used to. Ever since Genesis Rhapsodos came into the picture, nothing was normal.

And how could it be?

"Daydreaming again?"

Sephiroth tensed at that voice, muscles flexing just slightly in unison, the only sign he was startled. His mako green eyes narrowed slightly. They focused in on the book again, which had been blurred in favor of his thoughts. Those roaming thoughts would get him in trouble some day. Sephiroth had to concentrate. Doctor Hojo had scheduled a test in the upcoming week, measuring his comprehension of tactics and their use on the field. The doctor planned on making Sephiroth into a general. He was not sure if he looked forward to it or not. The press was annoying enough as it was.

Slowly, Sephiroth looked up, not a single trace of being startled on his pale, chiseled features, in his glowing eyes. The edges of his lips curved up just a touch. "Hardly." His voice was crooning, low, just a slight volume above a whisper. Sephiroth knew how keen Tseng's hearing was, and in the silence of ShinRa's library, even a pin drop could be heard. Sephiroth heard more. Mako enhancements made him hear even the shifting of air. He should have heard Tseng approach.

The Turks were too quite.

"Of course." Tseng sat down across from him at the plain steel table without invitation, just like he had at that accursed party, not too long ago. There was one difference, though: Genesis was no longer some mysterious force, far far away. No. Genesis Rhapsodos was in Midgar, and to make it worse, a cadet in training to become a SOLDIER. Soon, Genesis would become a very tangible force. "You weren't thinking of your pretty little redhead again."

He shook his head in denial, silver hair cascading around his face, a few long strands falling forward over his always armored shoulders. The masamune might not have been with him, but he was still very ready for combat. He was already known as a hero for a reason; lacking a sword did not strip him of all prowess. Sephiroth shifted in his seat, recrossing his ankles under the concealment of the table. He was sitting properly, with his back straight, gaze firm. He was acting just like he was supposed to.

"My studies and training are of first priority, and I would never let something so petty distract me." Despite the cool, measured tone of his voice, completely even and unfeeling, it was a lie. Sephiroth had been daydreaming, not that he would ever admit it. Especially not to a Turk. Sephiroth had a natural distrust of them. It was a distrust taught to all SOLDIERs. The Turks knew too much, had their noses in too many places, their fingers in too many pockets.

The only slightly confusing part of that trained distrust was the fact that Lazard seemed to have no problem with the Turks. He was their director, yet he and Tseng seemed to get along just fine. Perhaps it was their status as leaders? Did that foster a public sense of camaraderie, despite all better judgment? Sephiroth could only wonder.

"I heard the new cadets were going to be in the training room again today."

Tseng was baiting him; Sephiroth knew, and did not answer. Not even looking down at it, Sephiroth shut the tome, remembering what page he had been on for later reference. He did not need the book. It was merely a practice for his mind. That was what most things were, a practice, not a challenge. He knew that someday, Genesis would be a challenge.

And the most surprising part?

He was looking forward to it.

Nodding curtly, Sephiroth pushed his chair back, standing fluidly. His steps were light like feathers as he walked over to the bookshelf, replacing the tactics piece on the shelf. On his way back by the table, he pushed the chair in, casting one last glance towards Tseng, who was watching him like a hawk. "I need to observe the new recruits for potential SOLDIERs, and future usefulness to the team. Director Lazard cannot oversee everything." The explanation was a ruse, and they both knew it. That was hardly important, though.

With that, he left the library. The Turk did not need to follow him to know where he was going. Sephiroth swiped his clearance card, heading down in the elevator. He watched the city change through the glass shell, eyes reflecting the spots of light. Midgar was like its own galaxy of stars. Was that what the night sky actually looked like? Sephiroth did not have much time to wonder, the elevator door opening again. He strode out onto the SOLDIER floor, ignoring the salutes he got. Never before had he acknowledged them; now was not the time to start.

The door to the training room slid open silently before him. Sephiroth strode inside, casting a sideways glance at the people at the control panels, who started at his interest. Fear was an intelligent response to his presence, though not entirely called for. Had Sephiroth given them, specifically them, a reason to fear him? Not yet. That thought in mind, Sephiroth walked up to the glass, watching without touching, without interacting, without being known.

Inside, hand to hand combat was going on. Sephiroth had disrupted their first training session, and knew he should not interrupt again. Instead he watched. His slit pupils dilated, a natural response. He only had eyes for one person in there. No matter who the instructor paired Genesis up with, he would always win. Angeal was the only challenge for him. Sephiroth wondered if he should interrupt again, just to give Genesis something to do.

Closing his eyes, Sephiroth dashed that thought away. He could still remember the way the redhead smelled, during that first spar between them, the only spar actually. Sephiroth did not want it to be an only. He opened his eyes again, wetting his lips with his tongue. He could not take his eyes away from Genesis. The redhead's movements were fluid, becoming more and more skillful with every block and punch and throw. Sephiroth wanted to see him fight with a sword. That would be a sight to behold.

Sephiroth smiled to himself. He never thought he would feel like such a voyeur, but he did and hardly minded. For now, just watching would be enough.